All For You

Twelve

Isla

"Why does this place have to be so far away?" Killian complains, leaning back in the passenger seat like a child.

I'm the one that's driving, you asshole. What do you have to complain about?

I sigh, clenching the steering wheel and ignoring him.

Unfortunately, this dick didn't die during the gang war. Despite running head-first into the fight like the psycho he is, he came back from it unscathed. Because that's just how fucking lucky he is. Sure, he's strong. But being strong doesn't make you invincible to bullets, so I have no idea how this asshole is still alive.

The fact that I'm alive and still functioning is shocking enough. My arm still hurts like a prick, especially because I keep moving it around. But I don't have a choice. Only two days since the gang-war, but I'm being sent on another mission. Stab wound and broken body be damned. Apparently, people don't stop being dickwads and causing trouble just so I can recover.

When we get to the bar, a small little one on the outskirts of the city, I park the car as close as I can get it to the entrance and adjust my red dress.

They sure seem to like dressing me in red, of all the fucking colours. It doesn't suit me, for fucks sake, and it's too flashy.

Do they want me to die on these missions or something?

Honestly, they probably do. They probably dress me in the flashiest, brightest things so I'll draw unwanted attention and kick the bucket.

If they want me dead so bad, they should just do it themselves. Why the damn hassle?

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair and down my body to smooth out the dress painted on my skin, entering the bar slowly with Killian.

Tonight we have to stop two gang leaders from clashing. The government doesn't want anymore big shit to happen, because they're still cleaning up after the gang war.

And I guess they think two enemies meeting will blow the place up or something.

Why they're both drinking here, of all the fucking bars in this city, is beyond me.

Or maybe they've planned on meeting here to fight, assuming nobody can stop them because this place is so quiet and out of sight.

Though, it's not tonight. It's fucking packed inside, and I wonder if it's because everybody wants to see two gang leaders butt heads.

Whatever the case, it doesn't matter. I've got a job to do, crowded or not.

I've got to seduce one of the fucks while Killian finds and distracts the other, but without boobs and a tight little red dress, I'm not sure how he's planning on doing that.

Thank fuck I have mine.

Not.

I sigh for the millionth time tonight and look around the place for my guy. Killian gets the other one because he's loyal to his wife, whereas my guy doesn't give a fuck about his.

I'd feel bad for her if I wasn't sure she's probably somewhere fucking another guy tonight while her husband is preoccupied.

Honestly, good for her. She snatched a rich guy, owns a huge house he never visits, and still gets to fuck around with whoever she wants.

She won the lottery, really.

When I find him, I adjust my boobs, push them up, and grab a drink from the bar.

I make eyes at him from a bar seat, waiting for him to notice me. I never really go up to the guys if I can help it. It's better having them come to me, so they aren't so suspicious of me and whatever my intentions are.